03 August 2008
♥ things i hate about my job:
5) Recruiting. My manager says that when someone attractive comes through your line, you're supposed to say, "Stop. You're hot. You need to work here." I can't bring myself to sink to that level of lameness.
4) Taglines. "Hey, what's going on?" "Did you check out our fragrance 41?" At least those are better than this summer's tagline, which fortunately we no longer have to use: "Get wet in our new bikinis!" Gag.
3) Shitty music. Think of every song you hate, then remix each of them so they sound even worse. That is our soundtrack, and it lasts an hour and a half. This means that each time I work, I have to hear the "Hot Like Me" remix three times. More gagging.
2) Minimum wage. Between taxes, gas prices, and crappy scheduling, it's hard to believe anyone can make a decent living at $7.02 an hour.
1) Customers. Here's a marketing suggestion for A&F: let's send catalogs out to all prospective shoppers. They can choose what they want, and, for a nominal fee, send a professional shopper to the store to make their purchases. Said shopper will not ask stupid questions, leave unwanted items in a rumpled heap on the fitting room floors, or complain about the volume of the music (which is, in fact, too loud), thereby increasing productivity on the sales floor and keeping me from going beserk.
4) Taglines. "Hey, what's going on?" "Did you check out our fragrance 41?" At least those are better than this summer's tagline, which fortunately we no longer have to use: "Get wet in our new bikinis!" Gag.
3) Shitty music. Think of every song you hate, then remix each of them so they sound even worse. That is our soundtrack, and it lasts an hour and a half. This means that each time I work, I have to hear the "Hot Like Me" remix three times. More gagging.
2) Minimum wage. Between taxes, gas prices, and crappy scheduling, it's hard to believe anyone can make a decent living at $7.02 an hour.
1) Customers. Here's a marketing suggestion for A&F: let's send catalogs out to all prospective shoppers. They can choose what they want, and, for a nominal fee, send a professional shopper to the store to make their purchases. Said shopper will not ask stupid questions, leave unwanted items in a rumpled heap on the fitting room floors, or complain about the volume of the music (which is, in fact, too loud), thereby increasing productivity on the sales floor and keeping me from going beserk.
8/03/2008
